Thursday, October 24, 2013

I am Mr. Rogers


But I don't want to be your neighbor. I don't want to show you how toothbrushes are made or where milk comes from. But I do want to kick Mr. Kangaroos pouch carrying ass across Candyland any day.

As a child who watched reruns of Mr. Rogers triple G-rated shows, I developed an unhealthy affection for cardigans. Plus my grandfather who wore one everyday gave me my first one. It was itchy, it was beige, it was a size too large and it was perfect. I too wore it everyday until a filthy insect made lunch out of it.

Today, it has become a wardrobe staple in my closet and I own at least 10 variations of a cardigan. I even own a laser cut, perforated leather version.

YES
I'm obviously obsessed with cardigans because of an emotional connection

NO
Hoodies are not the same. Perhaps Pewee Herman is your guy and you prefer bow ties. It goes with a cardigan.

MAYBE
You grew up watching Teletubbies and you're more into women's purses.

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